In the Ordinary

A couple of months ago, I got into fight or flight mode and was just ready to "do everything!"  I wanted to go through every door I thought was out there and even "busted my knuckles" on a few brick walls that I wanted to be doors . . . The vision in January rattled me.  The division and discord about the year of shemitah is disconcerting.  The latest movie trailer "San Andreas" about a fault line dividing the country and collapsing cities reminded me of vision I was shown back in 2003.  Then came the reminder of two visions I've had in years past in January, as well as confirmation the shaking that is coming.  Just as I was working on the article about the recent vision, another individual posted a very confirming word.  What's been so odd about this "fight or flight" is the absence of fear.  It's simply a matter of urgency and so many are so unprepared.

I'm not talking about preparing "bug out bags" and buying ammunition.  We are told in Matthew, there'll be no going back for anything.  I don't know, as the end of days continue to unfold, perhaps everyone will be wearing backpacks filled with supplies.  At the present time, I'm not planning to do that.  I can't imagine that Abba would have me preparing a place of refuge, only to then prepare to be on the run.  I don't have the whole picture, though, so I pray I pay attention.  This fight or flight has been more a matter of getting information to folks who might listen, telling them to abandon their system dependency.  I've been telling folks to get out of the cities for awhile now, but for the most part, they indicate they know better, so I've sounded that warning to some, but I'm sure there are some who will listen.

I want to help young people avoid college debt.  I'm a firm believer in reading and learning, but I am avidly against debt and programming!  I want to help everyone get out of mainstream medicine, but most folks take a great deal of comfort in their procedures and prescriptions.  I want to help folks eat healthy and keep kosher, but excuses are much easier than gardening.  To make all my fluttering worse, I fell and then every effort became work, too much work to take on more.  Even my computer work became difficult at times due to the headache and blurred vision.  Praise YHWH, as I'm writing this, I am aware that this is the first day since the accident that my vision has not blurred as the day has progressed!  HalleluYah!  It's also the first day since surrendering my "searching for busy-ness" to YHWH.

He gave me the talents I have, as well as the intelligence to recognize the value of ordinary.  What I do may never be regarded by mainstream religion and may be received by very few, but it's what He's entrusted to me to accomplish.  I'll be working the land, running my alternative health business, and sharing His truth with anyone who asks the reason for the hope in me, and I'll go right on hitting that "publish" button on my screen.  I don't need to make doors where there are none, and I don't need to go looking for doors . . . I need to take care of the several full time responsibilities I already have to actually be ready.  In a world of specialists, ordinary has become in short supply.